March 8, 2011
“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

The title is a quote from my dream man (if only he was still alive), Jack Kerouac. I sometimes find that this quote sums up my entire state of being most of the time. I get inspired about 100 times a day, and I let a handful of those inspirations consume me. Sometimes this is a wonderful thing, sometimes it only leads to confusion. Do you ever have those moments where you can’t explain the feeling in your heart? Now, I have a problem expressing those feelings, and writing helps, but sometimes it takes more to really be free- 

I have said time and time again that all I want in life is to be at peace. I have to tell myself to stop looking to the past or the future for this peace. And be in the present moment. This moment. No other. I have realized though that no matter how many times you tell yourself something, practicing it is a different story. 

I subscribe to elephant journal, a great source for inspiration on living a mindful life. I spend most mornings with a cup of coffee or chai and read some of my favorites, as well as other articles that peak my interest. I came across an article by Kim Roberts titled, Three Reasons Why I Am Not Married. It really spoke to me because I can relate to all three reasons, and although I am only an early twenty-something, this questions weighs on my mind. I have been in a relationship with a man I thought everything of, and then a wave of despair came crashing down and the debris is hard, almost too hard, to pick up. I am not sure I believe in the love my great-grandparents had anymore, but I want to. Yet, I can’t help but think we may only have a Mr. Right for this moment, not a Mr. Right for forever. And maybe that is okay? Is that a part of living in the present? I wrote in an earlier post, the nature of love, that I just don’t think love is valued anymore. This is circumstantial and of course doesn’t apply to some of those lucky ones. So, today while I was reading Robert’s blog, Diary of a Pilgrim, her post Beyond Hope and Fear resonated with me. 

I am content right now. At this very moment, and that is all I need. 

Namaste-